tbritt

I used to stop myself from being hateful, but when somebody is rude about me eating gluten free, I just tell them I hope they get to experience the kind of pain I experience when I eat gluten. Sometimes I mention explosive diarrhea and excruciating joint pain that kept me awake for nine months.

So what if they think I'm nasty. I think the same of them.

"A little bread won't hurt you!" I guess we're supposed to wash it off. I wish I had gluten cleansing holy water to pour on all of the things I suspect my be cross contaminated.

I am actually a violinist and violin teacher by trade, so the tendon issues are a problem. My shoulder pain kept me from playing for a year. Doctors kept blaming it on the violin. I don't think the violin was ever the problem. I think it was malnourishment.

I am hoping to shake it over the next few weeks. The exercises have been keeping it from getting worse. Thanks for all of the replies.

I was planning my wedding and my mother-in-law was insistent upon getting a "glutton" free meal for me with the catered dinner from a barbecue joint in Fredericksburg, TX. No, Thanks! I'll just eat a PB&J on Udi's bread at the meal that will honor me and my new husband. John eventually talked her out of the catered meal. Then they made "gluten free" burgers and veggies on a grill at a B&B instead. (Still didn't eat it because there was gluten all around!) I had to wear a white dress the following day.

A friend of mine offered to make pasta with nothing on it when I visited her home. No, thank you.

I stayed with a woman who insisted on making a gluten free meal for me. It was ham with mashed potatoes and salad. I was thinking it must have been CC from the pan that made me sick. Maybe the ham flavorings. Whatever it was, I was sick for days.

The local "gluten free" place sells items with gluten free oat flour (without disclosing ingredients). If you call yourself a "gluten free" restaurant, please be knowledgeable of the fact that some people can't have oats!!!!!

More recently, I have come to dislike being at events and folks blessing food that I can't eat. I hate that.  "God bless this pepperoni pizza." I don't believe in blessing food that will not sustain everyone around.

Every time I eat out is a gamble. I get sick most of the time. Most people don't understand that.